Happy Wednesday! I’m posting this, and then I’ll read the others in between running around all day to get ready for vacation. So much to do, so little time!
Believe it or not, I’m near the end of writing Drumbeat. Just a few more chapters and some minor reworking of some scenes, and then it’s off to beta readers. At least the first part, anyway, while I clean up the second half. It’s hard not to let myself get distracted by Shiny New, which is now outlined and waiting patiently until I finish this one. For the handful of folks who read An Act of Devotion, the new project (Tree of Life) is about AJ’s friend Luke. But it’s 100% not a romance, not even if you squint. I do promise a happy ending, though.
Everyone wanted to know about Jamie’s piercings, so here it is. Fair warning, the snippet is long. Jamie’s body jewelry includes a few intimate places, which are obviously only visible to Cian because they’re…well. (For those who missed previous snippets, Cian is deaf but wears hearing aids. He’s not lip-reading here.)
WIPmath: 8/30/17 = 8 x (3 + 0) – (1 + 7) = 16 paragraphs
Tell me about all these, Cian signed, then touched the row of hoops in Jamie’s left ear and then the bar over his eyebrow. “What do you do with them when you’re at work?”
“I trade out my usual for ones that are less obvious. They let me keep them because I don’t work in the kitchen.”
It made sense. Cian leaned in and kissed each of Jamie’s angel bites and then his lips. “I love these. How did you decide to get them?”
Jamie didn’t answer for a moment. Eventually he sat up. “I have one piercing for every break-up.” He smiled and tugged one earlobe. “My first. Got them when my high school boyfriend broke my heart.” Jamie laughed. “He didn’t want me, but suddenly I had all these girls all over me.”
Cian laughed too. Lucky you!
Jamie nudged him with his toe, but he was still smiling. “Then this one.” He fiddled with the eyebrow bar. “I dated that guy for two weeks before we figured out it was never going to work.”
“Why not?” Cian wanted to know.
“We were on set together. He was a cameraman. The way he tells it, he was into me emotionally, but anything past kissing and he couldn’t do it. He was so upset, not wanting to hurt me. Last I knew, he’d gotten engaged to one of my costars.”
“Maybe you opened his mind,” Cian suggested.
“Maybe,” Jamie agreed. He shrugged and moved on to touching the hoops. “All the rest—” He wouldn’t meet Cian’s gaze for a moment, and Cian saw the way his eyes shimmered. “They’re all from the same guy, except this one.” He touched the daith. “It’s new, and I’m not sure it was really a break-up. We weren’t official.”
“The same guy?” Cian blinked. That was a lot of breaking up.
“He hated them. I would get one done and tell myself it was the last time. We’d be apart for a week, two at most, and then he’d grovel, or I’d call and beg.”
It clicked. “The one I saw you with at the engagement party.”
“Yes.” Jamie closed his eyes briefly when his finger came to rest on the pubic studs. “When he saw these, he stopped us mid-sex. Wouldn’t touch me for two weeks after that.” He swallowed visibly and flicked his PA. “He told me if I ever got this one, I’d never see him again. I waited a month after our last split, and then I got it. I had to be sure he was never coming back.”
“Did it work?”
Jamie took a while before he answered. He looked like there was a lot there, hiding just below the surface. At last he said, “I haven’t seen him in more than six months.”
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